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You were excited but nervous to be going home. Loki invaded your every thought. You wondered what he's done to your home in the past five months, or if he even went to your home at all. You surprisingly wanted to see him again, badly. When Tony called you that morning you felt like you were going to explode. You couldn't wait.
An hour or so later you were at your front door, almost dying of the queasy feeling of nervousness mixing in with excitement. Holding your breath, and the pile of paper Tony gave you, you reached for the doorknob. You tried to open the door, but it was locked. You jiggled the knob violently, pushing your body weight into the door. A few minutes later, you were slamming against the door. "May I help you?" Said a familiar voice from behind you, you could practically hear the mocking smirk in his voice.
You turned, "Hello Loki," you said, not sure if you should smile or glare at him so you sort of just stared at him blankly, "mind letting me into my house?"
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Skyscrapers loomed over the people walking below. They seemed like they were mocking you, showcasing the high paying office jobs through their crystal clear windows. You looked back down at the gray, gum covered sidewalk, your eyebrows furrowing in frustration.
It wasn't fair. You had worked so hard to get a good, high paying job, so why didn't anyone want to hire you? Every single interview you gone to had turned you down. If you counted them all it would amount to twenty-five failed interviews. It didn't do much to help your self-esteem. In an effort to cheer yourself up, you always told yourself that it was the economy and they simply didn't have the money to hire another worker. Yes, that was it. Somehow, that made you feel a bit better when you went hungry at night, unable to pay for more food, or when the light and water went out due to unpaid bills, or when the eviction notices piled up at your door step.
Your head turned upwards once more, wanting one last glance at the office